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Tirill Mohn - Vendela lyrics
Vendela is outside Picking flowers for me In the rain Hyacinths and roses The brightest colours she knows Morning Glories, Small Bindweed Wet grass under her naked feet Everywhere I see pieces of you You’re in the fallen leaves and in that old withered tree Of which the twigs will never blossom again And everything around here makes me miss you Vendela is outside Singing songs for me In the woods Long songs and sad songs The fines melodies She knows Cobwebs wet of misty air Touch her face and moisten her hair Everywhere I see pieces of you You’re in the fallen leaves and in that old withered tree Of which the twigs will never blossom again And everything reminds me that I’ve lost you. The trees seem alive as I dance with their shadows Which are made by the light from the fire behind me. Sad voices speak when the winds catch the leaves, And they whisper to me that I’ve lost you. Such a moony soul With such a wistful eye Could I ever reach her? So deep was the well That I left May the sylvan glade fill her… |
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